Ghost of You

Twenty Eight

It was half way through Lindsey's last week when Stevie was grocery shopping, grabbing everything she wanted she made her way back home. Reaching her house she breathed a sigh of relief that she'd made it back safely and nothing weird had happened.

Walking into the kitchen she placed the bags down and went upstairs to put her slippers on, turning the knob to her room she opened the door, her hand flying to her mouth at what she saw

"Oh Lindsey!" Josephine screamed as she was straddling Lindsey, riding him hard, he had his firm hands gripping her hips, as he encouraged her

"God, Stevie has nothing on you! This feels so much better than with her!" Stevie watched as Lindsey flipped Josephine over and thrust his hips at a fast pace into her

Stevie closed her eyes before closing the bedroom door, breathing and counting to five before opening it again, nothing was there, just a freshly made bed. Josephine wasn't in the room and neither was Lindsey, it was just another one of Josephine's sick games

She did her best not to let it bother her, she couldn't let her have the satisfaction. As she walked in, she couldn't get the image out of her head. Hearing phantom moans and lustful cries made her breath catch in her throat.

"Don't cry" she told herself. "There's no one there" The baby moved and her hands went right to him for the comfort she needed. "Don't cry" she repeated, the moans getting louder.

"Fat whore...disgusting pig...ugly bitch" The words were chanted over and over until Stevie left the room, hurrying back to the kitchen. She started the kettle for tea and went about putting the groceries away. The drawer beside her opened and a knife floated in midair. Stevie slapped in down, trying not to pay any mind. Another drawer opened, then another. As Stevie turned around, the knife she had tossed to the ground was now flying toward her, sticking in the wall beside her face. The drawers slammed shut and now Stevie couldn't stop herself from crying. A terrible satisfied laugh cracked through the walls, echoing infinitely. The air in the house was stale and sickening. Stevie clutched her stomach, moving toward the kitchen window and opened it. The laughter stopped and the window slammed down, only just missing Stevie's fingers.

"Stop it!" She screamed and cried, turning round to find every single cupboard drawer and door open, her kitchen suddenly bare, she looked around but couldn't see a thing, until something made her look up, all her appliances were attached to the ceiling, all of a sudden they came crashing down and towards her, she stepped out the back door just in time for everything to hit

"Oh my god!" She held her face as she sobbed, suddenly being brought to the floor and dragged down the garden path, the gravel grazing and cutting open all the skin on the back off her legs

Stevie had just finishing pruning a rose bush that day when she was thrown into it, the thorns piercing her skin like tiny needles, Stevie felt herself be let go as she scrambled from the sharp bush, and laying on the grass, just about reaching the middle of the lawn when she passed out cold

Lindsey returned home that evening. The house was clean and neat.

"She must be nesting. Baby boy is on his way!" he said happily, rubbing his hands together. "Where could the missus be?" He skipped up the stairs to their room and she wasn't there. He check the bathroom, the nursery, even on the couch. Maybe he missed her? Her car was in the driveway, so she was home. He looked around, taking his jacket off and going through to the kitchen. She wasn't there either. He looked outside, seeing a glimpse of blonde hair and a little of the floral fabric of her dress. He ran to the garden fearing the worst. He dove down onto his knees beside her, stroking her face and kissing her. She was still breathing, thankfully, but he was scared. He brushed her collar bone length hair back, lifting her head into his lap.